Manasa comes over

Hours into the night, tipsy Nikhil gets a text.

Manasa: Nik im literally coming to ur house

Nikhil: Good do it. These milkshakes are FUCKING fire. THEYRE SO GOOD.

Manasa: I. WANT.

Nikhil: hehe okay come cuddle

Manasa: i am high key bored here

Nikhil: come cuddle, hmmm i might be drunk

Manasa: mmmmmmmm id like to 'cuddle' too, ugh i wanna catch up, ur going to have to make me a drink

Nikhil: Your wish is my command

Manasa: mmmm see you n my drink in 10

--- 10 MINUTES LATER ---

The door opened and Manasa and her tipsy roommates crossed the doorway into Nikhil's apartment. Her roommates joined Nikhil's friends watching the scary movie already ready to scream and hide in fear. Manasa meanwhile walked straight to Nikhil with a weird look in her eyes.

"I believe you owe me a drink my good sir," she whispered in a, if Nikhil was not mistaken, seductive tone. But by this point, Nikhil had reached his sleepy tipsy phase and was just warm seeing his best friend. And so he walked her over to the kitchen area behind where everyone was strewn across couches being entertained by the movie.

As he started filling up the blender with ice cream and baileys, Manasa came very close up to him. But again Manasa being close was never a cause for alarm in Nikhil's life and so he continued on, turning on the machine.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Manasa whispered into his ears now hugging him from behind.

Confused, Nikhil turned his face to hers and responded, "I'm making you your dr-"

Manasa's lips cut him off. Her soft lips were warm with need and her hands slowly moved down his body to his crotch.

Stroking his cock through his pants and with a knowing smile she said, "Well you see, I was kind of thinking of a different drink."

Before Nikhil could process what she was saying, Manasa had already gotten down onto her knees and with a firm tug had pulled his pants and boxers to the ground.

Nikhil stammered, tried to come up with a logical response to what was happening and failed miserably. Instead he turned to Sanjana, one of Manasa's roommate. Hearing the blender she peered over the couch, "Ooooo can I have one of the famous drinks too?" In her drunken state she couldn't see her roommate on her knees but heard Manasa say, "Let me first get mine."

With a shrug Sanjana turned back to the movie, and Manasa in turn looked up to you. Gone was any pretense of sleepy drunkenness. Nikhil tuned right back to the aggressive desire he had that night at Anusha's. His hardening cock reached his breaking point and needed to get inside her. Knowing this, Manasa plunged his dick deep into her throat.

If not for the blender, Nikhil's moan would have been heard by all of the drunk people in his apartment.

But Manasa couldn't care less if anyone heard for she was addicted to her best friend's taste. Nikhil clutched the girl's hair in support, grunting and groaning as he felt his cock slide in and out of his once innocent friend's tight, wet mouth. "Fucking hell, you're good," he stammered, forcing his dick in deeper.

Manasa hummed, making Nikhil throw his head back in a long groan. She slurped as she ran her tongue across the rigid shaft, **** a little every time Nikhil pushed his cock against her throat.

Fuck, he was in pure bliss. He'd trade every other sexual experience he had ever had before just for a few more hours of this.

Suddenly, Manasa felt him tense. In a split second, he grabbed her hair and started thrusting erratically into her throat. "Ughh, shit...!" Nikhil groaned, **** to release into the warm, welcoming mouth of his friend. Manasa choked, relishing the feeling of having her throat fucked raw.

"Fuck!" he growled, spurting his seed into his best friend's mouth and down her throat. Manasa sputtered as he continued to shoot his load into her. She didn't think it'd ever stop.

With an almost audible _pop! _Nikhil withdrew from her mouth.

Manasa swallowed the substance in her mouth, but not before savoring it. God, the boy tasted good.

"Thanks for the drink Nik."